What is your favourite sonnet by W.Shakespeare?

Answer 1

That would be number 130 for me:

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Answer 2

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

I like because its funny and imaginitive showing how reality can be an adventure!

Answer 3

Tricky. I have two. 'Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment ...' and the one that everyone knows 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date' Sorry, quoting from memory, so you might have to check that. One more that ends 'Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds'.

Answer 4

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived:
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred;
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.


And the older I get, the more appeal it has!

Answer 5

Has to be the 18th - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Particularly for the line: 'Rough winds do shake the darling bud's of May.'

Answer 6

sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...

Answer 7

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, that poem always makes me smile. It is so honest and real.

Answer 8

Whoever hast her wish, thou hast thy Will
And Will some more and Will in overplus.

I don't really remember it, but apparently it was really dirty and full of double- and triple- entendres. "Will" meant genitals, among other things.

Answer 9

there was a young lady fron ealing, who had a peculiar feeling, she laid on her back, and opened her crack, and p i s s e d all over the ceiling. you can't beat the baird.